Notes: Written for Super Porn Sunday.
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The first time he saw them in a room together, they were fucking.
Katee had told him to meet her in her trailer after filming. "I have a surprise," she said with a grin that had bent stronger men than Callum to her will.
He wasn't sure what to expect, but walking in to find her fucking Molly over the sofa was pretty much at the top of the list of things he hadn't planned on. He opened his mouth to say something, but then realized that after years of talking for a living, there was no possible line he could use in this situation. Instead, he stood there, and he watched.
The harness was black, leather, clinging to her hips like it had been made for her, and the way she moved in it was like dancing, but better. There was a smoothness to her movements, a certainty that he had never seen when they had slept together. One hand rested on Molly's hip, holding just tightly enough for her fingers to press into the flesh in soft little indentations, but not hard enough to bruise. The other hand was trailing almost unconsciously up and down Molly's body�around to circle a breast, then back along her side, tracing a stripe up her spine that Katee's tongue picked up near her throat, licking her way across freckled shoulders.
Katee's eyes caught Callum's, and she smiled.
Molly hadn't seen him. Her eyes were closed, head dropped down between her arms. Her fingers clenched and unclenched in the couch cushions as Katee thrust into her, and Callum didn't think he'd ever seen something so beautiful, so erotic.
Katee's wandering hand curled around Molly's waist, reached between her legs, and Molly let out a low moan, a sound Callum had never heard from her. It went straight to his dick, and he shifted uncomfortably in his jeans.
"Come on," Katee whispered, and she was saying it into Molly's ear, but directing it at both of them. "Come on," she said again, straightening up, looking straight at Callum, at the hand he was reaching into his pants.
She picked up her rhythm, moved faster, and Molly met each thrust with one of her own, pushing back against Katee, desperate for it. Katee's hand was still between Molly's legs, and Callum couldn't see it, but could see her wrist moving, twisting, and that was almost hotter, seeing part but not the whole, getting teased.
He watched them moving against each other, pale female skin, soft leather, and something hard and thick that he could only catch glimpses of as it moved between them. His hand matched Katee's rhythm, watching the way Molly's fingers tightened in the cushions, hearing Katee's soft panting breaths, the slap of skin on skin.
He came before either of them, and maybe in another life that would have embarrassed him, but he was standing here with a pair of living fantasies, and he'd have defied any man to do any better. Katee looked at him and laughed, soft and dirty, and Molly came at the sound.
She let out a series of soft cries, and Callum leaned back against the wall, remembering how it felt to have her come around him, tightening impossibly, hands moving across his body. Here, her hands had nowhere to go but into the cushions, twisting the fabric between her fingers.
Katee pulled out and stood there in the middle of her trailer, naked but for the harness, looking like something out of the hottest porn Callum's mind could ever come up with.
"My turn," she said, eyes sweeping up and down his body, and she grinned.